3:00 PM, Eastern Time.
The black Lincoln Navigator moved smoothly through the congested streets, sealing off Manhattan's clamor outside.
"Okay, I've already talked to Ziming. We'll meet at the main entrance."
Shen Yuyan put down her phone and leaned back slightly. Taking the opportunity to adjust her posture, she subtly displayed her exquisitely wrapped, graceful figure.
To suit the cocktail party's dress code, she had deliberately chosen a fitted-waist dress.
Its deep V-neck revealed just the right amount of collarbone and creamy skin, while her long, stocking-clad legs appeared and disappeared through the slit in the skirt.
It exuded a sophisticated sexiness that was incredibly alluring.
Tang Song gave a soft "mm," his hands lightly clasped in front of him, his gaze lowered as though he were contemplating something.
Shen Yuyan's eyes could not help drifting back to his profile, her cheeks flushing faintly.
This was not the first time she had seen Tang Song in formalwear, but today's outfit was especially striking.
The deep ocean-blue three-piece suit had an impeccable texture.
Against that dark shade, his cool, pale skin appeared even more warm and jade-like, yet it also carried an icy aloofness that kept others at a distance.
Especially the obsidian lapel pin at his collar. It gleamed faintly as light and shadow shifted across it, adding a few more touches of abstinent allure to him.
Shen Yuyan unconsciously pressed her legs together and lightly rubbed them.
Her heart pounded like a deer.
The rush of attraction, romance, and instinctive submission and longing toward a powerful man surged wildly through her veins.
She loved this feeling too much, and she treasured every second she spent alone with him.
"By the way, Tang Song, I heard that the Frick Collection used to be—"
Shen Yuyan began recounting the interesting anecdotes